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Post by Cheveyo Kitchi on Nov 11, 2010 13:40:29 GMT -5
"No, I'm quite confident in my own knowledge of herbs. Thank you, though." Chey deadpanned, barely paying attention. She hoped he didn't notice, but also knew he would. Who wouldn't? The completely distant expression that she continued to give Travis could have been recognized by a mere child!
"Nothing's the matter...I'm just having an off day." She assured Malcolm awkwardly, squirming under his gaze. Was this what people felt like when she stared at them? If it feels as bad as this, I need to stop doing it so often... "Don't feel obligated to leave. It's fine."
It most certaintly is not fine, and you know it. Something is wrong with that guy...something is really, really wrong.
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Post by Travis Huntman on Nov 11, 2010 14:08:39 GMT -5
It seemed as if she didn't really want be bothered much. It's becoming apperant that she's here on a bigger, more personal accord. Though, she was still looking at Malcolm with unease. Is there something really wrong with the bartender? He was...different, but was he dangerously different. Travis needed to spill the unworriness.
"I understand my lady," he said before lean closer to Chey, near enough to her ear for him to whisper, "There's something more than meets the eye with Malcolm, isn't there."
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Nov 11, 2010 17:20:08 GMT -5
Everything down to cheap charms were out of his price range. Having no money might be problematic to any regular person, but, other than realizing his desire to have more than a stone slab covered with cushions for a bed, Ashemir was not one for personal possessions. And it wasn't as though he needed to buy food, or drink.
The vampire was wearing a cloud of cinnamon perfume today, and it seemed that its benefit would be realized, when he smelled the dreaded stench of lavender and pine. He had half a mind to avoid it entirely, but his pride kept him from changing direction. He wanted to be here! He wasn't about to let some over-glorified cat run him off! As the blonde made his way, chains clinking, down the stalls of fine jewelry, silk clothes, and expensive incenses, he spotted Malcom, with the slender woman that he could only assume was the werecat, and a scruffy, but otherwise not bad-looking, man. The werecat seemed to be eying Malcom, who seemed to be getting flustered.
Ugh... He approached the group, practically gliding over by Malcom, although his gaze mostly avoided the other vampire altogether. "I've heard that mint can sharpen the mind. Maybe that would cure your off day?" he asked the werecat.
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Post by Malcolm Selder on Nov 11, 2010 17:41:15 GMT -5
Chey wasn’t even trying to be inconspicuous about it, Malcolm thought bitterly. She paid as much attention to Travis as most people would to a rock, and answered his question with all the emotion of that very same rock. Then she had the nerve to seem nervous about his staring, as though she hadn’t been doing damn near the same thing.
Opportunity knocked in the form of one (possibly-backstabbing) ranger, who stepped forward and blatantly whispered something to Chey. Malcolm nearly walked over and punched the guy right there; talk about the polar opposite of subtle. However, Malcolm swore he heard his own name in Travis’s whisper. He closed his eyes, juggling his options once again. He could leave and evade Chey’s gaze, but Travis knew were the Dragon’s Keep was, and leaving would just give them more time to plan.
Before he could come to a conclusion, yet another stranger strolled up and joined the chat. Another addition to the conversation. (How on Earth did a simple inquiry about directions turn into this?) Malcolm was slightly comforted by the new stranger’s familiarity; he’d been at the meeting. Another vampire. A comforting thought, but he didn’t let it show; the blonde smelled worse than a spice stall, and he’d rather not appear to be connected with someone who could further ignite Chey’s suspicions.
“Well, hello,” Malcolm said, keeping on guard. “And who might you be?”
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Post by Cheveyo Kitchi on Nov 11, 2010 20:59:23 GMT -5
Chey's breath hitched in her throat when Travis leaned in and spoke close to her ear. These people were just a grand source of awkward, weren't they? "I...uh..." She faltered, unsure if she should go any further. It seemed foolish to divulge into assumptions that might not even be true.
Chey couldn't help but crinkle her nose at the sudden new scent that reached her senses. What could have possibly driven this newcomer to practically bathe in cinnamon? Chey was fairly certain she knew why, but was still hesitant to jump to that conclusion. Plus, shifting in front of a human- many humans, actually- would be a bad idea if these really weren't whom she thought they were.
"Maybe. I'll see if they have any for sale as I go about the market." The young chief answered, hoping that reply would satisfy the blonde stranger.
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Post by Travis Huntman on Nov 11, 2010 21:33:12 GMT -5
Yeah, Travis should of known that leaning towards an anxious woman wasn't going to give him a coherrant answer. But he could assume that she thinks Malcolm is strange. He also felt bad that he might of alienated his current boss, but maybe he could come up with some sort of white lie.
As if the conversation wasn't big enough, another person jumped in, suggesting Chey should take some mint to help her relax. When Travis first glanced at the person, he first thought it was a woman. But with a second examination, the person was really a man. He seemed to have pale skin, as pale as Malcolm's, and had a potant smell of cinnamon. "Must of came from the bakery," he thought to himself. He didn't seem that much of a threat, but bounty hunter remained idle.
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Nov 12, 2010 3:08:05 GMT -5
Apparently he came at a point in the conversation where things died down, or things had just gone very well in that his appearance kept the werecat from pursing a conversation of whispers (which frankly, were fun to be a part of, but not fun to be left out of). Getting in was just the easy part, now breaking up the party or otherwise finding an out with the fellow vampire would be the tricky thing.
As much as he really didn't care about the werecat finding mint or not, he nodded and added in his usual soft and blank tone, "You can find some at one of the stalls that way, and then turning down the street to the right." Chains clinked as he raised his arm to gesture the way. "I'm Ashemir Draemis," he answered Malcom. He might have asked for their names, but for one, he didn't care. Two, if he asked, he would just inspire them all to stay around to keep chatting. Not desirable.
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Post by Malcolm Selder on Nov 12, 2010 19:51:04 GMT -5
Malcolm nearly smirked. Mint might sharpen the mind, but it dulled the conversation down to a standstill. Chey had stopped staring at him, Travis had stopped talking, and aside from the fact that two undead ‘wrongs’ had, in fact, made a right, everything was just about normal. He made a mental note that if Ashemir ever dropped by the Dragon’s Keep, he’d earned himself a drink on the house.
As the conversation slowed to the scintillating topic of mint, Malcolm listened without actually paying attention. Chey said something, Travis was mercifully silent, Ashemir said something else and pointed down the street...And for some reason, Malcolm caught a feeling of deja vu. Something about directions, down the street, to the left...
“Oh, right,” Malcolm said, jolted awake by the memory of the conversation’s beginning. He turned to glance over at the southern street, the very one Chey had directed him to. “I had shopping to do today.” Deeming that a good excuse to leave, he turned back to the group. “It was a pleasure to meet you, Chey, Ashemir.”
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Post by Cheveyo Kitchi on Nov 12, 2010 23:58:18 GMT -5
Chey felt her fists clench and unclench nervously, and bit her lip. This was the perfect chance to flee, try and figure these guys out another day...but would she have another opportunity as golden as this?
What about this is golden? She asked herself scathingly. You're in a public place, standing mere feet from an innocent human, and you know for a fact that you're cloak isn't bloodmarked. You just bought it today, remember, to replace that old black one? If you shift, you're going to be engulfed in fabric before you even get the chance to pounce. Plus, you're not totally sure these are vampires. They could be innocents, as well! ...Terribly smelly innocents, but innocents.
"Likewise." She said to Malcolm as he separated from the group. She then turned back to the two remaining. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have mint to purchase, as well as those remedies. Goodbye." Chey spun on her heel and started to leave.
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Post by Travis Huntman on Nov 14, 2010 17:04:52 GMT -5
The tenson seemed to subside as Malcolm remembered he had some shopping to do, likewise Chey had her own list of items to do.This left Travis alone with Ashemir. He wasn't sure what to do. This stranger seemed to have prevented something horribly wrong, yet he also seemed untrustworthy. Yet, Travis knew it was rude to simply stare at someone and not say anything. But the only thing he could think about was the situation.
"That was pretty....strange," said the ranger, "So, mint really does clear the mind. I think I should pick some up."
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Nov 14, 2010 21:45:36 GMT -5
Ashemir gave the two leaving a dismissive wave with the clinking of chains. No, it was not a pleasure to meet them, and he didn't want a 'good' bye in particular. He looked at the last man remaining, who appeared just about ready to break off as well. Well, good. The only thing that wasn't good was his remark on 'that' being 'strange', at which a blonde brow raised. "Some things have been, are, and always will be strange. That's just how the world works. Go get your mint. You in particular seem to need it," he said the last with a condescending tone.
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Post by Cheveyo Kitchi on Nov 16, 2010 21:49:10 GMT -5
( Fin? )
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Post by Valmar Diodorus on Nov 17, 2010 23:57:32 GMT -5
(Not really, unless you want to)
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Nov 18, 2010 4:08:57 GMT -5
(Ashemir and Travis are still in the realm of conversation, but if Patrick doesn't care, then it can end.)
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Post by Travis Huntman on Nov 18, 2010 21:04:25 GMT -5
Taken from Ashemir's tone, it seemed he didn't seem to trilled to be left with the ranger, nor did he wanted to converse with him. Travis didn't want to talk to him either; he had too many things running through his mind. He figured he should depart and head off to see if there were any bounties he could work on.
"I'll keep that in mind," replied Travis, "Well, I figure I should depart. No need for me to be here. Good day, sir."
And just like that, Travis turned around and walked way. He pondered what Ashemir said how somethings will always be strange. Ever since the ranger entered Cados, he's been challenged by some odd occurances. Maybe he needs some mint, and who knows, maybe he'll meet up with Chey.
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